Winters were meant to be cold just like frost showers my fate
Wind-scraped cheeks and honey-spun floss, cavities aching, taking root, raming into
Sweet, soft earth, a need for escape from your sugarless lies and rubber smiles
Quelling a thirst for lovely pink vengeance, sand salting the water on dry skin in painful mourning
Of an ecosystem brushed with the unknown, sparkling with redemption and stories tucked beneath the waves
For love, for hope, so strained, so strong it stretches my green-vied mind until it snaps like shattered glass and broken memories
Trapped beneath ancient spindles, claw the ground and snap with vintage gold
Never told again
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
